Tag: family loss
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Passover, Freedom, Matzo Ball Soup, Goodbye
When I was pregnant with my first child, my grandfather used to meet me for breakfast or lunch at a slightly grungy diner up the street. Even if we met for breakfast, I’d order soup. “You’re a cheap date,” he’d say. “That’s what I hear,” I’d reply and scoop up broth, carrots, and celery. I… Read more